Wednesday, August 26, 2009

First day of school...

It's back to school week here at our house! DD1 began 4th grade - and DD2 started 1st grade. They seem quite happy so far, DD1 said she had lunch "with the girls." DD2 came home from the first day and told me she had made a new friend. All is well.

Now I will tell you of my shame: each and every year I cry on the first day of school.

Why? Heaven only knows... but I am that mom, the one you can place bets will be crying at first day drop off. One of the other first grade moms was fine until she saw me crying... and then she started too. At afternoon pick up that first day a mom who has known me for four years was laughing and said she should have warned her friend not to stand near me that morning because I always cry! It's really ridiculous, I even cried over my 4th grader this year and 4th grade isn't some huge milestone or anything.

When I got home I cried again. Partly because I'm afraid my kids are growning up too fast, partly because I don't know what becomes of me as they get older and need me less, and partly because I didn't really have anyone to call and talk to. It's one of those times that my mom would have been able to understand. She would have had sympathized with me, and then we would have shared a laugh at my expense - because I truly am a total sap... and she so got that about me.

I call those nostalgic tears...not totally sad and devastated...just remembering where they have been and accomplished and reflecting on where they are going...you can't help but cry when you think of all that awaits them!

ok, I'm not sure how I ran across your blog, and I know this is old, cause I was just reading through it and I got that far, but I wanted to say me too. But what is bad...I only cry when I drop Janelle off...I don't know if it's because she is my only girl or if it's cause she is my first baby, but I always cry on the first day of school, her birthday, dance/school performances of hers, etc...but only her. I left Kincaid at pre-school without me for the first time at 2 1/2 years old and never cried, but I left her at 4 and cried nearly the whole time she was there.

Yep, that's me!

About Me

Bienvenue à ma vie! I am a part time stay at home mom (not to be confused with "housewife" which would imply that I have any interest at all in housekeeping... which I don't) / part time Social Media Marketing Consultant living in Denver. Here are my ramblings.
Just so you know, "Husband" is my husband of 16 years, "DD1" is my darling daughter who is fourteen years old, and "DD2" is my darling daughter who is eleven years old.